This day has been one of mixed mercies...
The rain has come, which has been much desired for grandmother's herbs...
And although the rain bestows fertility of earth and spirit,
Oft times it leaves us in want of the rainbow's promise...
While soil and soul graciously accept the gift of rain,
Our hearts may wander to days of sun ... remembrances of yesteryear...
This day of mixed mercies,
Is one that has brought thoughts of you...
Blessings upon you, my dear friend,
As days of sun await us, and tender soil begs our gentle steps ...
Ever Yours,
Lucinda Jane
The rain has come, which has been much desired for grandmother's herbs...
And although the rain bestows fertility of earth and spirit,
Oft times it leaves us in want of the rainbow's promise...
While soil and soul graciously accept the gift of rain,
Our hearts may wander to days of sun ... remembrances of yesteryear...
This day of mixed mercies,
Is one that has brought thoughts of you...
Blessings upon you, my dear friend,
As days of sun await us, and tender soil begs our gentle steps ...
Ever Yours,
Lucinda Jane
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